"walking through wind makes you feel
so much more epic than walking through normal air."
i thought about it today when i was walking to my car after school. then my metaphorical mind started to wander, as it tends to do....
the sky was washed flat with gray from the top down, it seemed. dark to lighter.
it came down to some muddy white soft clouds
which came opened up into a horizontal blue patch
|[just found out: quick photoshop doodles help capture memories]|
which made room for more clouds
fluffy white ones
with lots of depth
and lots of substance.
then those faded out again into gray
which was flat and translucent.
as i walked down a hill, i watched it slowly change.
couldn't take my eyes away.
it wasn't the most amazing display ever, but was still so beautiful. something about it....
i stopped, just to stare.
texted a dear friend whom i miss.
walked through the wind.
the air was warm, and the wind was a tad chilly
but i wasn't cold.
|[...not how they looked, but how they felt.]|
the wind was powerful.
it was kind of beautiful:
that feeling of walking through resistance with my head held high
[because i was focused on something beautiful above me]
while everything was blowing around me
but walking with a purpose
in a straight line
toward a specific destination.
that big green minivan suddenly represented something much more wonderful
than a big green minivan.
[although, 'more wonderful' is kind of hard to come by...when you have a big green minivan.]